The sea it seems was depressed...

I woke up to a gloomy morning witht the sound of incessant rain. All my plans of a great sunday came to a halt as I opened the window to see the road in fron tof my house flooded. Misty, the neighbourhood cat sat huddled at my window sill soaked to the skin, little droplets of water dripping over her eyes as she tried to look at me. I gave her a saucer full of warm milk which she lapped up in a jiffy, giving a soft pur of satisfaction. Cats are not my favourites, but Misty is an exception.
The sea it seems was depressed...and so this fury of natural calamity. By evening, the rains had stopped, the special quality of Chennai was that the aftermath of rains could never be seen once the sun came out. The roads were almost dry, and to salvage the last bit of a much earned holiday, I walked down towards the seaside which was just a 5 minutes walk from my home. The sea was placid, a cool prussian blue with the white froth appearing like lace trimmings. The seaside wore a thinly populated look, not too many people had ventured out of home after the flooding in the morning. I walked into the water, letting the waves gently lap against my feet...it seemed to be telling me, I am in control, will you be my friend?
Often I get very angry and depressed and unleash my anger on my near and dear ones who I know I can take for granted. The sea too I thinks takes us for granted, and just as no one can delve into my heart and find out the real reason of my sorrow(we have to admit here that most people think selfishly from their own perspective), we too cannot understand what caused the sea to get so depressed.....I really wish I knew so that in some way I reduce its hurt. I imagine it to be the sensitive kind gets hurt easily, but is quick to forgive and extend a friendly gesture...I smiled at the waves and bent down to touch the water with my fingers, smiling indulgently as I did so,,,I see a close resemblance between me and the sea, wouldnot want it to get depressed again...